Chapter Fourteen
Kristin ran into her room. Why were people so friggin nosey? It wasn't none of their business. She looked in one of her desk drawers. The knife looked like one of those little compartments that had a few things in one- scizzors, nail clippers, etc-but it was really a jack knife. It was hidden under her Eminem CD-which was hidden by an Aaron Carter CD just in case Peter looked. Now that he was also her father she could do very little having to do with the name Eminem. Kristin took out the knife and went to the bathroom.
She looked into the mirror after she had locked the door. Her cheek had a dark, blue/purplish bruise under her right eye. She looked at her back, although it was kinda hard, and winced. She coulda been the cover of the BSB CD. She sighed and put down her shirt. She looked at the knife. It was shiny, except for the handle. The handle was black, with her name carved into it. Except she had stolen it when she was in the third grade from this stuck-up rich brat who pranced around about her wonderful parents who never spanked her stupid self. Kristin always hated her-she hated anyone with perfect life.
She picked up the knife. "Not on your vein this time, you idiot," She told herself. One time she had cut her vein and told people it was an accident-which it was-at the hospital. People didn't believe her, but they also didn't think a 9-year-old would even try to commit suicide. She put the knife on her skin of her arm and glided it across gently-just enough to make a small cut bleed a lot. She watched it bleed that ran it under cold water. She cut another on her other arm, only it was deeper and longer-and it hurt like hell. Kristin whimpered as it started to bleed worse than the other one. As she was running it under water the someone knocked on the door. "Um..what?" SHe yelled over the water. "It's Daisy Peter wanted me to check on you-" "Does he ever leave people alone?" Kristin asked her. "Not exactly." "Tell him I'm fine!" "What are you doing?" "Having a party, you mind?" "Kids these days." Kristin heard Daisy mutter and walk off.
She cleaned the blood off the sink and jammed the knife into her pocket. She walked out of the bathroom and all the Cliffhanger girls were in there with Sophie. "Hey, Kristin, nice of you to come out," Daisy said rolling her eyes. "Why thank you!" KRistin answered, smirking. She walked to her desk drawer and slipped the knife in.
"Uhh...so what's up?" Kristin asked. "Well I just think we have some things to talk about." Sophie answered. "WHo?" KRistin asked suspiciously. "Girls, you'll leave and go to the den and tell Peter to come here, okay?" SOphie told them. Kristin got up with them. "NOt you." Sophie told her and Kristin sat down but was staring out the window.
Peter walked in. "I told Sophie about the bruises and the cuts-" "Oh goody!" Kristin preended to be happy. "okay we need to talk."
Kristin ran into her room. Why were people so friggin nosey? It wasn't none of their business. She looked in one of her desk drawers. The knife looked like one of those little compartments that had a few things in one- scizzors, nail clippers, etc-but it was really a jack knife. It was hidden under her Eminem CD-which was hidden by an Aaron Carter CD just in case Peter looked. Now that he was also her father she could do very little having to do with the name Eminem. Kristin took out the knife and went to the bathroom.
She looked into the mirror after she had locked the door. Her cheek had a dark, blue/purplish bruise under her right eye. She looked at her back, although it was kinda hard, and winced. She coulda been the cover of the BSB CD. She sighed and put down her shirt. She looked at the knife. It was shiny, except for the handle. The handle was black, with her name carved into it. Except she had stolen it when she was in the third grade from this stuck-up rich brat who pranced around about her wonderful parents who never spanked her stupid self. Kristin always hated her-she hated anyone with perfect life.
She picked up the knife. "Not on your vein this time, you idiot," She told herself. One time she had cut her vein and told people it was an accident-which it was-at the hospital. People didn't believe her, but they also didn't think a 9-year-old would even try to commit suicide. She put the knife on her skin of her arm and glided it across gently-just enough to make a small cut bleed a lot. She watched it bleed that ran it under cold water. She cut another on her other arm, only it was deeper and longer-and it hurt like hell. Kristin whimpered as it started to bleed worse than the other one. As she was running it under water the someone knocked on the door. "Um..what?" SHe yelled over the water. "It's Daisy Peter wanted me to check on you-" "Does he ever leave people alone?" Kristin asked her. "Not exactly." "Tell him I'm fine!" "What are you doing?" "Having a party, you mind?" "Kids these days." Kristin heard Daisy mutter and walk off.
She cleaned the blood off the sink and jammed the knife into her pocket. She walked out of the bathroom and all the Cliffhanger girls were in there with Sophie. "Hey, Kristin, nice of you to come out," Daisy said rolling her eyes. "Why thank you!" KRistin answered, smirking. She walked to her desk drawer and slipped the knife in.
"Uhh...so what's up?" Kristin asked. "Well I just think we have some things to talk about." Sophie answered. "WHo?" KRistin asked suspiciously. "Girls, you'll leave and go to the den and tell Peter to come here, okay?" SOphie told them. Kristin got up with them. "NOt you." Sophie told her and Kristin sat down but was staring out the window.
Peter walked in. "I told Sophie about the bruises and the cuts-" "Oh goody!" Kristin preended to be happy. "okay we need to talk."
